I read the story today on Netscape.com of the kitten that survived a trip through a wood chipper. I admit, I hate cats, but not only would an act like this strengthen the furniture-destroying gene in potentially thousands of kittens in the future, what matters more is that this cat SURVIVED! As was noted, this particular feline probably used up a fair number of his nine lives, but he lived. Only one cat I have ever known would play fetch, and it would only do that with the wrappers from wine bottles. (don't ask how frequently the wine was around for the cat to have actually learned this trick, I myself was younger then.) And to all those who believe that there is no justice in the world, I give you the death of former Enron CEO Kenneth Lay, at age 64. The message is clear; take all you want, but depending on how you take it, God will most assuredly get you in the end. Proabably when you least expect it. I'm sure there's probably a special place in Hell for Mr. Lay, full of cheap, bad food, and places you can only get to by walking. When your former employees talk of throwing parties to celebrate your passing, that's a bad thing.